Working under the CEO novel Chapter 14

Mia held her breath as he leaned down in front of her. His fingers dug in her taut thigh muscles, and he just pounced, licking up and down her opening. Damon licked her up again, this time flattening his tongue and pointing it against her clit at the very end. Mia's hips wiggled at the feel of it, chasing for anything more. The CEO indulged her, unable to contain his desires of placing his mouth on her and making her come from his tongue alone. His lips covered her pussy and sucked teasingly against her throbbing clit as he wedged a finger inside of her. His tongue weaved in between each of her folds.

"Oh, god!" She cried, her legs feeling weak and curled her fingers in his hair.

The CEO kept on teasing her, flicking his tongue against her folds and then pressing it hard between them, licking a fat stripe from her hole up and stopping just short of her clit. He only parted to blow warm breath against her pulsing clit, his eyes meeting hers. Her boss must have gotten lost in it for a bit too long, because suddenly she hooked her knees over his shoulders and thumped his back with her heels, pulling in.

Damon grunted, the sound travelling to her south, completely overwhelmed when his whole face was shoved against her pussy, thighs clamped around his ears.

"You like that, kitten?" The CEO asked as he kissed her clit. "You like how I make you feel?"

"Yes, god. Please don't stop."

He flattened his tongue and let it roam between every soft layer of her. His finger inside of her pushed upwards, and he let his free thumb rub against her clit. Mia squirmed and moaned, her thighs squeezing against his head.

Damon rubbed his whole face up and down, continuing to suck her throbbing clit between his lips and flicked it back and forth with the pointed muscle of his tongue. Every second he went on, Mia's legs constricted tighter around him, and her whines pitched increasingly higher. There wasn't enough air in her lungs to keep moaning, and suddenly she heard everything else: her high pitched cries, the slurping sound and the vent on the ceiling of the elevator.

Her thighs shook hard around him, and she's pulling on his hair pleasantly hard enough to encourage him. Damon went faster, mumbling around her warm skin. "Such a good girl for me."

Mia was aware that she's close. With one quick lick, she came all over his mouth, her thighs still shaking around his head. Instead of pulling away, Damon couldn't help but tilt his head and start sucking on her wet skin. She was sure that he would leave marks on her, but she didn't care.

Damon stalled a bit longer, lazily licking at her clit before he pumped his fingers in quick and rough. Then he slid them out and hoisted her up, letting Mia lock her legs around his waist as he staggered her to the wall. She flinched at the cold feel of the wall.

The CEO pushed her against it a lot more aggressively than he usually would, knocking the wind out of her. But she didn't complain, tugging him closer. Her hand immediately went to his pants, and she tugged them down, shoving his briefs down.

Mia gulped as his cock sprang, red and angry at the tip, slapping against his stomach. How was he going to fit in? As if he could read her thoughts, Damon smirked and let her stroke him, breathing harshly into her shoulder as he pressed into her touch. His cock twitched in her palms.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded her head.

He lined up, using an arm to hitch one of her legs up for easier access as his cock brushed against her hole. She shivered, her fingers curling in as he slowly pushed, not bothering to let her adjust before pulling out and ramming back in again.

Mia went slack, mouth gaping open as he started moving at a brutal pace. Her fingers dig into Damons shoulders excruciatingly, leaving imprints that he'll stare at tomorrow morning, wanting and regretting. The sound of skin slapping skin and her back slamming against the walls was nearly drowned out by the pounding of her heart, blood rushing to her ears as he thrust up again and again.

Her boss rammed in hard, ears ringing at his strangled sound. It's half paining, and half pleasured, but she missed it, caught in a state of desperation and blinding need to chase her orgasm.

"Sir" Mia gasped, nails cutting into his skin as he hit her spot. Heat coiled into her belly, and she could feel that familiar clench. Just like that, she tilted her head and met his eyes. "I am-"

"Don't," The CEO grunted. "Not until I say you can."

Mia keened as he rammed up into her again, cutting off any possible reply. She should have known he would be more dominating and in charge even during sex. Why was she so surprised? Her boss sank his teeth into her shoulder, sudden and harsh, eliciting a scream and tasting her sweat and blood on his tongue as he sped up.

"Want to come again, kitten?" He asked, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

Mia squeaked as his fingers made its way to her clit, demanding and thick. He grunted in her ear, slamming into her. She jerked, letting out a strangled cry as her boss hit her spot again.

Damon maintained the angle, speeding up. He took his free hand and wrapped it around her neck, his thumb digging into her pulse. Her heart pound against the pad of his finger.

And with a guttural sound, he gently pulled back and came on her stomach, the hot liquid smeared on her skin, making her gasp. Damon inched closer and cradled her face before pressing his lips against her. Mia thrashed into his hold, her body twitching from exhaustion and chest heaving for air.

Just then, the sharp ringing of the telephone broke them apart. Holding on to her, Damon moved his arm to answer the call.

"Hello?"

The sound from the other side was audible. She didn't even have to strain her ears.

"Hello, Mr Rossi. The elevator has been stuck on the seventeenth floor from the last thirty minutes. We cannot see any activity inside, but you were the last one in. Is there a problem?"

Damon chuckled, the sound smooth and vibrating as he met Mia's eyes. "No problem at all."

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